Monday, August 23, 2010

Proverbs 31:28 : Her children arise and call her blessed

Ode to my Mother upon her 55th Birthday!

She's the youngest of all
the moms that I know.
She's loyal and true.
Not enough hours in one day
to do all the things she has to do.
She has plenty more years
to aquire grey hairs.
Dying it every 4 weeks is
almost to hard to bare.
So wear it proudly
my mother cause
it crowns your head
like a jewel.
Cause you live your life well
there's no need to abide
by the 4 week dye your hair
rule.
Ode to my mother upon this day of her birth,
for had she never had been born,
I would not exist,
Nor the other four.
Our grandmother blessed us
when she carried you close,
then bore you to the world
where you'd have to hold your own.

May this year only be
but one more candle for your cake.
No need to grab the fire extinguisher
we're not at those years yet
for goodness sake!

Happy Birthday my dear mother. We love you sooo much!


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